Page 24 of Rebel Secrets (Devils Hockey #3)

She kissed me like she wanted to inhale me, our mouths sealed shut, tongues dueling.

My arms wrapped around her waist and dragged her fully against me.

Her body melded into mine, soft curves flattening.

My hands ran from her waist up the sides of her body, my thumbs brushing against the sides of her breasts.

She made a little noise and wriggled closer, and my fingers somehow found the zipper of her dress and yanked it down. I barely heard the sound it made. She did some little shimmy thing with her body while we continued to kiss, and the dress slid to the floor like magic.

I didn’t have time to think about that, though.

She’d started in on the buttons of my shirt.

I had no idea how she managed to get them undone so fast. Hell, I don’t think I could’ve managed it right now.

But she had the shirt off my shoulders in seconds, her hands following it down my arms to push it to the floor.

Then she stuck a finger in my chest and pushed me backward.

And when I say pushed, she put some effort into it.

Not that I wouldn’t have given her anything she wanted right then.

I opened my mouth to tell her that, but the back of my legs hit the bed and my knees bent.

My ass hit the mattress at the same time my brain registered the fact that she was practically naked.

I had about four seconds to openly gaze at the splendor of her nearly naked body.

Breasts overflowing a strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity to stay in place.

Flat stomach. Curved hips covered only by the tiniest straps of a bikini that matched the bra.

I blinked, and she had her hands on the button of my pants. The woman had some serious skill with buttons. The next thing I knew, she was pulling down my zipper with one hand and pushing me back onto the mattress with the other, and I wasn’t about to say no.

When my back hit the mattress, she straddled my hips, her hands landing on either side of my head and her lips falling back on mine.

Holy fuck.

Electricity sizzled at the contact. My hips arched, cock wanting in on the action.

My hands found their way to her hips, her skin soft and silky.

I dragged my palms down her thighs then up again, this time my thumbs catching in the little strings of her panties.

Her hips rocked side to side, her tongue licking along mine.

When I did nothing more than let them snap back into place, she made a little sound in her throat and tried to pull back. But I was on a mission. I needed more of those sounds.

I put one hand on her neck to hold her in place and used the other to open her bra, surprised as shit when it actually worked. The surprise turned to hunger when I tossed it somewhere and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.

She made one of those sounds again, the kind that made my dick throb and the heat in my gut boil over. With a move I hadn’t been sure I’d be able to pull off, I flipped our positions, this time getting a little squeak from her.

Her eyes were half-lidded and her lips kiss-puffy. And naked breasts…

“So fucking pretty.”

I didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud until she smiled. I’d never seen her smile like that at me. I liked it. Why didn’t she smile at me like that all the time?

Because you don’t get along.

Fuck that shit. We were getting along just fine now.

I dropped my mouth on hers again and sealed our lips together.

I didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want words to ruin the mood.

Not that I hadn’t meant every damn word.

I had. This just wasn’t the time for words.

Not when she let me kiss her until I could barely breathe and run my hands up her perfect body until I cupped her breasts in both hands and squeezed.

She sighed into my mouth and arched into my hands, her hands finding their way to my shoulders and stroking down my arms, fingers wrapping around mine and urging me to squeeze her tighter.

When I did, she made another sound that revved my desire into another level. A desperate level. I wanted to rush to get naked and inside her, but I also wanted to take my time. Draw things out. Make this moment out of time last.

Desperation won. Especially when her hands shoved down my pants and boxer briefs, freeing my cock. I didn’t need her hands on my cock to make me any more ready. I could hit pucks with the damn thing now.

Still, her warm hands felt so fucking good when they wrapped around my dick and cupped my balls.

“Damn, that feels amazing.”

I heard her suck in air, waited for her to say something. Then…silence. I lifted my head and opened my eyes. Hers opened, and our gazes locked. And I wanted her to say something. Anything.

Instead, she watched me, sucking in ragged breaths as she stroked, tight and slow then loose and fast. I wasn’t going to last much longer if she kept that up. And she seemed intent on doing just that. I wanted to be inside her when I came.

“Erin.”

I spoke her name deliberately, watched her expression visibly brighten when I did. As if she liked to hear me say her name.

Then she nodded, and I knew she was answering the question of whether or not she wanted to have sex with me. I mean, it felt kind of obvious, but I still needed to know.

“Hold that thought.”

She nodded again, and I rolled to the side, shoved my pants and boxers off my legs and grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket. I hadn’t sex in more than a year, but I was prepared. I slid the condom out of the wallet and set it on the bed next to her.

Then I went onto my knees so I could strip the last bit of clothing from her body. All that was left was her panties. And when I dropped them over the side of the bed, I let my gaze eat her up for a few seconds.

Erin was no stick figure. She had beautiful curves that I planned to explore more. But later. Right now, I wanted something more.

I spread out beside her so I could kiss her again, wrapping one hand around neck for several seconds, my thumb resting against the pulse throbbing beneath her skin. Her head tilted back, neck arching into my hand. Giving herself up.

I had no idea how hot that would make me until just that second.

Needing another kiss, I sealed my mouth over hers, my hand sliding across her shoulder then down to cup her breast, tightening on her flesh before using my thumb and forefinger to pinch the nipple.

Apparently, Erin liked it hard. I could give her that. We were more evenly matched than I’d ever considered. And until recently, I hadn’t given the notion any thought. And now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What other areas would we be compatible in?

I dragged my mouth from hers, following the path my hand had taken. But my patience was running out. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, running my teeth over the tip and biting down, just for a second. She made that sound again, in the back of her throat, and heat pulsed through my body.

My hand slid into the curls on her mound, tugging them for a second, feeling her hips arch as my hand slipped between her legs. I groaned at the slickness, dipping my head to rest it between her breasts for a second.

“Fuck, Erin. You’re wet.”

“Don’t stop.”

“No fucking way.”

I realized it was the first time she’d spoken since we’d come up here to the bedroom. And I wanted to hear her say my name. I lifted my head and looked her in the eyes.

“When I make you come, I want you to say my name.”

Her eyes got wide, and her mouth formed a stunned circle. But still, she didn’t say anything.

“Understood?”

She nodded slowly. I guess I’d have to make do with that. Now I needed to come through on my end of the deal.

I dipped two fingers into the slit of her sex, but just barely, getting them wet then pulling them up to her clit.

Circling the hard little nub, I watched her face to see what she liked.

I hadn’t been wrong that she liked it a little rough.

Her breath came hard and heavy as I petted her clit, but she moaned only when I pressed my thumb against it and sank one finger between her labia.

She arched again, and I nipped at the breast I hadn’t paid attention to yet. Her hands cupped my head, fingers weaving into my hair and tugging.

Yes. I liked that. I wanted her to do it harder, but I also wanted to make her moan again, so I kept my mouth on her breast and worked my finger deeper inside her.

I sucked hard, licking a path between her breasts as I gave attention to both breasts.

Her body moved against mine, hands clenching harder at my hair.

That was more like it.

The tension in her body ratcheted higher, her hips lifting, trying to get me to go deeper.

Instead, I pulled almost all the way out, ground my mouth down on hers then added a finger and slid back in until they couldn’t go any farther.

I got the response I wanted. Another, louder moan filled the room, her tongue flicking against mine with more demand.

My brain latched onto that sound, wanting more. Wanting everything she could give me. Obsessed now with her pleasure, I pulled back to watch her face as I sank deeper, curling my fingers and stroking her inner walls.

Her eyes didn’t open, as if she was focused inward. Good. That’s what I wanted…for her to be out of her head.

I watched her bite hard on her bottom lip, watched her neck arch as she bowed up into me again and again, while I fucked her with my fingers. She clenched around me, tight and hot. I held out as long as I could, wanted her right on the edge.

I put my mouth to her ear and bit the lobe, just hard enough to make her moan again.

“Grab the condom, Erin.”

I deliberately said her name. I suspected she had the same reaction I did to her saying my name.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly as I continued to work my fingers inside her.

I had a flash of apprehension that she’d change her mind.

And I’d get out of bed and walk away. But damn, I really hope she didn’t.

I’d never wanted another woman more than I wanted her. And I wasn’t going to examine that now.

She looked over her shoulder at the table and reached for the packet.

Sliding my fingers free as she breathed out a heavy sigh, I let my fingers trail up her body, still sticky with her moisture. I traced a circle around one nipple then moved to the other, her flesh pebbling.

Lust surged again, twisting low in my gut.

“Put it on.”

I barely recognized my own voice, and she shivered.

I rolled onto my back, and she rose up onto her knees beside me.

In a second, she had the condom open and rolled it down my cock.

Sensation rocked me to my core, electricity searing my nerve endings.

My hips arched, a groan rumbling in my chest. Her eyes flicked up to mine, her lips curving in a smile.

And still, she didn’t say a word. It just made me want to hear her voice even more.

Her hand lingered on my cock as she swung one leg over my waist, fingers dancing along the length. Her smile widened, a tease in the curve. I lifted my hands to grip her hips. I didn’t try to guide her, just held on, flexing my fingers into the soft flesh.

I let myself enjoy the view, gaze sweeping down her body from her breasts to her thighs then back up to meet her eyes.

“Beautiful.”

Her smile widened, that hint of wickedness being overtaken by that sunny brightness she never seemed to be without, except around me. But not now.

I felt like I’d been granted a penalty shot. Or like a peasant who’d been smiled at by the princess.

She looked like a fucking queen as she maneuvered into position, holding my cock in place so she could slide onto it.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she took me in, but I forced mine to stay open.

I wanted to watch her. Needed to watch. She took her time sliding down my length, the tight glove of her sex gripping me, sucking me in.

I had to fight against the urge to move, wanted her to control this. At least for now.

When she finally bottomed out, she paused, took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“Move. Make me come.”

Goddamn, her voice did dirty things to my body and my mind. So many different urges hit me at once, but she still hadn’t said my name. And I knew that was deliberate. Baiting me.

Gripping her a little more tightly, I rolled her hips, biting back a groan at the sensation flooding my system. Part of me wanted to roll her over and fuck her hard, but then I wouldn’t be able to watch her face. And right now, I needed to watch.

I wanted to see her when I began to thrust. Shallow at first, her breasts bouncing with every motion, mesmerizing. I thought I’d be able to make this last, but my body had other plans. Desire rose up in a furious wave, fingers digging into her hips as I lifted her then let her slide back down.

Our rhythm increased with every frantic breath, her hands coming to rest on my chest as she moved with me. After a time, she tried to take over the pace, her hair falling over her face as she bent lower, changing the angle.

Without warning, I lifted her off and flipped her onto her back. She gasped, her arms falling onto the bed at her sides, but I moved over her a second later. I thrust inside as her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands planted on either side of her head.

Now I moved with more purpose. I had a goal. My name leaving her lips as she came. I thrust harder, her legs tightening around me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She was so hot, so slick, and we matched each other’s pace perfectly.

I felt the warning in the base of my cock, groaning. It was too soon. But then she made another little noise, a new little noise, and I changed the angle of my hips, just enough, and felt her suck in air.

Almost there.

“Come on, Erin.” I thrust, shallow and fast. “Come with me.”

But she was already there.

“Rebel. Oh my god.”

Fuck yes. That’s all I needed.

I sank deep and came, feeling her pulse around me as she gave me what I wanted.